An Age For Butterflies

Summer crept in slow, steady steps within, dogged pacing of hot and humid days mixed messages of spring slipping away and summer waiting to climb patient on the edges of space and time; a butterfly, a gypsy moth, luna and imperial others more plain and beautiful most ethereal but when the time and temperature are just right the multitude of butterfly kissed light calls monarchs, morning cloaks, and swallowtails to flight below the oak a thousand species throng clustered and separate floating along when the flowers blossom and grow wings of the butterfly flutter and flow. The time of butterflies multi-colored palettes crest the age of beauty's sweet undressed caress an age unmatched, unprecedented our temporary visitors and residents their beauty, awes and delight preparing for their southern flight; winging in and lilting out like graceful eagles Eastern tailed blues, white admiral , viceroy regals, the list goes on as if a meditation calming floating with little hesitation the oranges, reds, sulfured tigers and swifts ride the breezes and windy lifts, here and there appears these natural gifts.